Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.